I was wearing a top and tight blue jeans. I had my hairs tied as pony tail. I opened the door. There was a man standing in front of me, 25-27 yrs of a...ge, 5’8’’ tall, good physique, whitish complexion in jeans at bottom and t-shirt and a summer blazer over it with a bottle of wine and bunch of red roses and Lilly in his hands. A side bag was hanging from his left shoulders. He was young and handsome.Will: hiHe handed me the flowers and bottle of wine. It was Marlot.Savitri: hello, come. It never seemed strange to me, it never seemed wrong.All the while, that simple phrase. An initiation of capitulation: "How may I serve you, Mistress?"And then, one day, a response that gave me pause."Take off my shoes, my feet are aching. I'd like you to give me a massage." Yes, Mistress," I replied dutifully. I didn't hesitate, not for a single second. Even though some distant relic of my former self screamed out in muted anguish at what she was having me do, I didn't resist. I simply. She would surely be sleeping, delicate little thing that she was. It became immediately apparent, however, that someone was awake. Candlelight flickered from the slight opening of the door to his bedroom.Suspicion occurred immediately-what if someone was in the house, ravishing his Lucy? He almost burst right in, but resigned to be quiet about it. What if the intruder had a weapon of some kind and hurt Lucy? He would have to sneak up on the brute.Jack quietly peered into the room, and was. "Hey Meiko! Where are you going?"I looked back at the door to the command center. "James suggested I work on my tapestry. I guess I should." Let's go together!" Maggie suggested. "I wanted to practice a bit on the violin."I nodded and turned to walk with her. "Why the violin?" I asked.Maggie giggled. "I don't sing well, and my dancing is terrible, so I'm not in the play much, but I see you, Mickey and Cleo sitting in front having a wonderful time playing the music. And I noticed that the AI is.